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THE  VILLAGE  BLACKSMITH. 

1.  Under  a  spreading  chestnut-tree 

The  village  smithy  stands; 

The  smith,  a  mighty  man  is  he, 

With  lai  *ge  and  sinewy  hands; 

And  the  muscles  of  his  brawny  arms 
Are  strong  as  iron  bands. 

2.  His  hair  is  crisp,  and  black,  and  long; 

His  face  is  like  the  tan; 

Ilis  brow  is  wet  with  honest  sweat; 

He  earns  whatever  he  can, 

And  looks  the  whole  world  in  the  face, 
For  he  owes  not  any  man. 

3.  Week  in,  week  out,  from  morn  to  night, 

You  can  hear  his  bellows  blow; 

You  can  hear  him  swing  his  heavy  sledge, 
With  measured  beat  and  slow, 

Like  a  sexton  ringing  the  village  bell 
When  the  evening  sun  is  low. 


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4.  And  children,  coming  home  from  school, 

Look  in  at  the  open  door; 

They  love  to  see  the  flaming  forge, 

And  hear  the  bellows  roar, 

And  catch  the  burning  sparks  that  fly 
Like  chaff  from  a  threshing-floor. 

5.  He  goes  on  Sunday  to  the  church, 

And  sits  among  his  boys; 

He  hears  the  parson  pray  and  preach; 

He  hears  his  daughter’s  voice 
Singing  in  the  village  choir, 

And  it  makes  his  heart  rejoice.. 

6.  It  sounds  to  him  like  her  mother’s  voice, 

Singing  in  Paradise! 

He  needs  must  think  of  her  once  more  — 
How  in  the  grave  she  lies; 

And,  with  his  hard,  rough  hand,  he  wipes 
A  tear  out  of  his  eyes. 

7.  Toiling,  rejoicing,  sorrowing, 

Onward  through  life  he  goes; 

Each  morning  sees  some  task  begin, 
Each  evening  sees  its  close; 

Something  attempted,  something  done, 
Has  earned  a  night’s  repose. 


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8.  Thanks,  thanks  to  thee,  my  worthy  friend, 
For  the  lesson  thon  hast  taught! 

Thus,  at  the  flaming  forge  of  life, 

Our  fortunes  must  be  wrought; 

Thus,  on  its  sounding  anvil,  shaped 
Each  burning  deed  and  thought! 


THE  OLD  CLOCK  OK  THE  STAIRS. 

1.  Somewhat  back  from  the  village  street 
Stands  the  old-fashioned  country-seat; 
Across  its  antique  portico  1 

Tall  poplar  trees  their  shadows  throw; 

And  from  its  station  in  the  hall 
An  ancient  time-piece  says  to  all : 
w  Forever  —  never ! 

Kever  —  forever!  ” 

2.  Half-way  up  the  stairs  it  stands, 

And  points  and  beckons  with  its  hands, 
From  its  case  of  massive  oak, 

Like  a  monk,  who,  under  his  cloak, 

Crosses  himself,  and  sighs,  alas! 

With  sorrowful  voice  to  all  who  pass : 

"  Forever  —  never ! 

Kever  —  forever !  ” 


1  portico,  porch,  piazza. 


TIIE  OLD  CLOCK  ON  THE  si' AIKS. 


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3.  By  day  its  voice  is  low  and  light; 

But  in  the  silent  dead  of  night, 

Distinct  as  a  passing  footstep’s  fall, 

It  echoes  along  the  vacant  hall, 

Along  the  ceiling,  along  the  floor, 

And  seems  to  say,  at  each  chamber-door, — - 
'r  Forever  —  never ! 

Never  —  forever !  ” 

4.  Through  days  of  sorrow  and  of  mirth, 
Through  days  of  death  and  days  of  birth, 
Through  every  swift  vicissitude 

Of  changeful  time,  unchanged  it  has  stood, 
And  as  if,  like  Ood,  it  all  things  saw, 

It  calmly  repeats  those  words  of  awe,  — 
Forever  —  never ! 

Never  —  forever !  ” 

5.  In  that  mansion  used  to  be 
Free-hearted  Hospitality ; 

His  great  fires  up  the  chimney  roared; 

The  stranger  feasted  at  his  board; 

But,  like  the  skeleton  at  the  feast, 

That  warning  timepiece  never  ceased,— 
Forever  —  never ! 

Never  —  forever !  ” 


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6.  There  groups  of  merry  children  played. 
There  youths  and  maidens  dreaming  strayed; 
O  precious  hours!  O  golden  prime, 

And  affluence1  of  love  and  time! 

Even  as  a  miser  counts  his  gold, 

Those  hours  the  ancient  timepiece  told,  — 

"  Forever  —  never ! 

Never  —  forever!  ” 

7.  From  that  chamber,  clothed  in  white, 

The  bride  came  forth  on  her  wedding:  night: 

(D  O 

There,  in  that  silent  room  below, 

The  dead  lay  in  his  shroud  of  snow; 

And  in  the  hush  that  followed  the  prayer, 
Was  heard  that  old  clock  on  the  stair, — 

”  Forever  —  never  ! 

Never  —  forever !  ” 

8.  All  are  scattered  now  and  fled, 

Some  are  married,  some  are  dead; 

And  when  I  ask,  with  throbs  of  pain, 

”  Ah!  when  shall  they  all  meet  again?” 

As  in  the  days  long-si  nee  gone  by, 

The  ancient  timepiece  makes  reply,  — 

”  Forever  —  never ! 

Never  —  forever !  ” 


affluence ,  abundance. 


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9.  Never  here,  forever  there, 

Where  all  parting,  pain,  and  care, 

And  death,  and  time  shall  disappear,  — 
Forever  there,  but  never  here ! 

The  horologe 1  of  eternity 
Sayeth  this  incessantly,  — 

w  Forever  —  never ! 

Never  —  forever !  ” 


THE  ARROW  AND  THE  SONG. 

1.  I  shot  an  arrow  into  the  air, 

It  fell  to  earth,  I  knew  not  where; 

For,  so  swiftly  it  flew,  the  sight 
Could  not  follow  it  in  its  flight. 

2.  I  breathed  a  song  into  the  air, 

It  fell  to  earth,  I  knew  not  where; 

For  who  has  sight  so  keen  and  strong, 
That  it  can  follow  the  flight  of  song? 

3.  Long,  long  afterward,  in  an  oak 
I  found  the  arrow,  still  unbroke; 

And  the  song,  from  beginning  to  end, 

I  found  again  in  the  heart  of  a  friend. 


1  horologe ,  timepiece. 


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THE  OPEN  WINDOW. 

1.  The  olcl  house  by  the  lindens  1 

Stood  silent  in  the  shade, 

And  on  the  gravelled  pathway 
The  light  and  shadow  played. 

2.  I  saw  the  nursery  windows 

Wide  open  to  the  air; 

But  the  faces  of  the  children, 

They  were  no  longer  there. 

3.  The  large  Newfoundland  house-dog 

Was  standing  by  the  door; 

He  looked  for  his  little  playmates, 
Who  would  return  no  more. 

4.  They  walked  not  under  the  lindens, 

They  played  not  in  the  hall  ; 

But  shadow,  and  silence,  and  sadness 
W  ere  hanging  over  all. 

5.  The  birds  sang  in  the  branches, 

With  sweet,  familiar  tone; 

But  the  voices  of  the  children 
Will  be  heard  in  dreams  alone! 

6.  And  the  boy  that  walked  beside  me, 

lie  could  not  understand 

1  lindens ,  linden  trees. 


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Why  closer  in  mine,  ah !  closer, 

I  pressed  his  warm,  soft  hand! 


THE  DAY  IS  DONE. 

1.  The  day  is  done,  and  the  darkness 

Falls  from  the  wings  of  Night, 

As  a  feather  is  wafted  downward 
From  an  eagle  in  his  flight. 

2.  I  see  the  lights  of  the  village 

Gleam  through  the  rain  and  the  mist, 
And  a  feeling  of  sadness  comes  o’er  me, 
That  my  sonl  cannot  resist: 

3.  A  feeling  of  sadness  and  longing, 

That  is  not  akin  to  pain, 

And  resembles  sorrow  only 
As  the  mist  resembles  the  rain. 

4.  Come,  read  to  me  some  poem, 

Some  simple  and  heartfelt  lay, 

That  shall  soothe  this  restless  feeling, 
And  banish  the  thoughts  of  day. 

5.  Not  from  the  grand  old  masters, 

Not  from  the  bards  1  sublime, 

Whose  distant  footsteps  echo 
Through  the  corridors  of  Time. 


1  ftords,  ancient  poets. 


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6.  For,  like  strains  of  martial  music, 

Their  mighty  thoughts  suggest 
Life’s  endless  toil  and  endeavor; 

And  to-night  I  long  for  rest. 

7.  Read  from  some  humbler  poet, 

Whose  songs  gushed  from  his  heart, 
As  showers  from  the  clouds  of  summer, 

Or  tears  from  the  eyelids  start; 

8.  Who,  through  long  days  of  labor; 

And  nights  devoid  of  ease, 

Still  heard  in  his  soul  the  music 

Of  wonderful  melodies. 

9.  Such  songs  have  power  to  quiet 

The  restless  pulse  of  care, 

And  come  like  the  benediction  1 

That  follows  after  prayer. 

10.  Then  read  from  the  treasured  volume 

The  poem  of  thy  choice, 

And  lend  to  the  rhyme  of  the  poet 

The  beauty  of  thy  voice. 

11.  And  the  night  shall  be  filled  with  music, 

And  the  cares  that  infest  the  day, 
Shall  fold  their  tents,  like  the  Arabs, 

And  as  silently,  steal  away. 

1  benediction ,  blessing. 


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RAIN  IN  SUMMER. 

1.  Hoav  beautiful  is  the  rain! 

After  the  dust  and  heat, 

In  the  broad  and  fiery  street, 

In  the  narrow  lane, 

IIow  beautiful  is  the  rain ! 

2.  How  it  clatters  upon  the  roofs 
Like  the  tramp  of  hoofs! 

IIow  it  gushes  and  struggles  out 
From  the  throat  of  the  overflowing  spout ! 

3.  Across  the  window-pane 
It  pours  and  pours, 

And  swift  and  wide, 

"With  a  muddy  tide, 

Like  a  river  down  the  gutter  roars 
The  rain,  the  welcome  rain ! 

4.  The  sick  man  from  his  chamber  looks 
At  the  twisted  brooks; 

He  can  feel  the  cool 
Breath  of  each  little  pool; 

His  fevered  brain 
Grows  calm  again, 

And  lie  breathes  a  blessing  on  the  rain! 


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5.  From  the  neighboring  school 
Come  the  boys 

With  more  than  their  wonted  noise 
And  commotion ; 

And  down  the  wet  streets 
Sail  their  mimic1  fleets, 

Till  the  treacherous  pool 
Engulfs  them  in  its  whirling 
And  turbulent  ocean. 

G.  In  the  country  on  every  side, 

Where,  far  and  wide, 

Like  a  leopard’s  tawny  and  spotted  hide, 
Stretches  the  plain, 

To  the  dry  grass  and  the  drier  grain 
How  welcome  is  the  rain! 

7.  In  the  furrowed  land 

The  toilsome  and  patient  oxen  stand, 
Lifting  the  yoke-encumbered 2  head, 

Writh  their  dilated  nostrils  spread, 

They  silently  inhale 
The  clover-scented  gale, 

And  the  vapors  that  arise 

From  the  well- watered  and  smoking  soil. 

For  this  rest  in  the  furrow  after  toil, 

1  mimic,  copies  (toy.) 

2  encumbered ,  burdened. 


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Their  large  and  lustrous  eyes 
Seem  to  thank  the  Lord, 

More  than  man’s  spoken  word. 

8.  Near  at  hand, 

From  under  the  sheltering  trees, 
The  farmer  sees 

His  pastures  and  his  fields  of  grain, 
As  they  bend  their  tops 
To  the  numberless  beating  drops 
Of  the  incessant  rain. 

He  counts  it  as  no  sin 
That  he  sees  therein 
Only  his  own  thrift  and  gain. 


9.  These  and  far  more  than  these, 

The  Poet  sees! 

He  can  behold 
Aquarius  1  old 

Walking  the  fenceless  fields  of  air; 
And,  from  each  ample  fold 
Of  the  clouds  about  him  rolled, 
Scattering  everywhere 
The  showery  rain, 

As  the  farmer  scatters  his  grain. 


1  Aquarius ,  water-bearer. 


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10.  He  can  behold 
Things  manifold 

That  have  not  yet  been  wholly  told,  — 
Have  not  been  wholly  sung  nor  said : 

For  his  thought,  which  never  stops, 

Follows  the  water-drops 

Down  to  the  graves  of  the  dead, 

Down  through  chasms  and  gulfs  profound 
To  the  dreary  fountain-head 
Of  lakes  and  rivers  under  ground, 

And  sees  them,  when  the  rain  is  done, 

On  the  bridge  of  colors  seven, 

Climbing  up  once  more  to  heaven, 

Opposite  the  setting  sun. 

11.  Thus  the  seer,1 
With  vision  clear, 

Sees  forms  appear  and  disappear, 

In  the  perpetual  round  of  strange 
Mysterious  change 

From  birth  to  death,  from  death  to  birth; 
From  earth  to  heaven,  from  heaven  to  earth, 
Till  glimpses  more  sublime 
Of  things  unseen  before 
Unto  his  wondering  eyes  reveal 


2 seer,  prophet,  wise  man. 


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The  universe,  as  an  immeasurable  wheel 

Turning*  forevermore 

In  the  rapid  and  rushing*  river  of  time. 


THE  REAPER  AKD  THE  FLOWERS. 

1.  There  is  a  Reaper,  whose  name  is  Death, 

And,  with  his  sickle  keen, 

He  reaps  the  bearded  grain  at  a  breath, 

And  the  flowers  that  grow  between. 

2.  " Shall  I  have  naught  that  is  fair?”  saith  he; 

”  Have  naught  but  the  bearded  grain? 

Though  the  breath  of  these  flowers  is  sweet  to  me, 
I  will  give  them  all  back  again.” 


3.  He  gazed  at  the  (lowers  with  tearful  eyes, 

lie  1  vissed  their  drooping  leaves; 

It  was  for  the  Lord  of  Paradise 
lie  bound  them  in  his  sheaves. 

4.  ”  My  Lord  has  need  of  these  flowerets  gay. 

The  Reaper  said,  and  smiled; 

Dear  tokens  of  the  earth  are  they, 

Where  he  was  once  a  child. 


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5.  "  They  shall  all  bloom  in  fields  of  light, 

Transplanted  by  my  care; 

And  saints,  upon  their  garments  white, 
These  sacred  blossoms  wear.  ” 

6.  And  the  mother  gave,  in  tears  and  pain, 

The  flowers  she  most  did  love; 

She  knew  she  should  find  them  all  again 
In  the  fields  of  light  above. 

7.  Oh,  not  in  cruelty,  not  in  wrath, 

The  Reaper  came  that  day; 

’Twas  an  angel  visited  the  green  earth, 
And  took  the  dowers  away. 


AFTERNOOA  1 1ST  FEBRUARY. 

1.  The  day  is  ending, 

The  night  is  descending; 

The  marsh  is  frozen, 

The  river  dead. 

2.  Through  clouds  like  ashes, 

The  red  sun  dashes 

On  village  windows 
That  glimmer  red. 


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3.  The  snow  recommences; 

The  buried  fences 
Mark  no  longer 

The  road  o’er  the  plain ; 

4.  While  through  the  meadows, 
Like  fearful  shadows, 

Slowly  passes 

A  funeral  train. 

5.  The  bell  is  pealing, 

And  every  feeling 
Within  me  responds 

To  the  dismal  knell. 

6.  Shadows  are  trailing, 

My  heart  is  bewailing 
And  tolling  within 

Like  a  funeral  bell. 


THE  RAINY  DAY. 

1.  The  day  is  cold,  and  dark,  and  dreary; 

It  rains,  and  the  wind  is  never  weary; 

The  vine  still  clings  to  the  mouldering  wall, 
But  at  every  gust  the  dead  leaves  fall, 

And  the  day  is  dark  and  dreary. 


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2.  My  life  is  cold,  and  dark,  and  dreary; 

It  rains,  and  the  wind  is  never  weary; 

My  thoughts  still  cling  to  the  monldering  past, 
But  the  hopes  of  youth  fall  thick  in  the  blast, 
And  the  days  are  dark  and  dreary. 

3.  Be  still,  sad  heart,  and  cease  repining; 

Behind  the  clouds  is  the  sun  still  shining; 

Thy  fate  is  the  common  fate  of  all ; 

Into  each  life  some  rain  must  fall : 

Some  days  must  be  dark  and  dreary. 


EXCELSIOR. 

1.  The  shades  of  night  were  falling  fast, 
As  through  an  Alpine  village  passed 
A  youth,  who  bore,  ’mid  snow  and  ice, 
A  banner  with  the  strange  device, 

Excelsior! 1 

2.  His  brow  was  sad;  his  eye  beneath, 
Flashed  like  a  falchion 2  from  its  sheath, 
And  like  a  silver  clarion3  rung 

The  accents  of  that  unknown  tongue, 
Excelsior ! 

1  Ex-cel' -si-or,  still  higher.  2  faV-chion ,  a  sword.  3  clar  ion ,  a  bugle. 


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3.  In  happy  homes  he  saw  the  light 

Of  household  fires  gleam  warm  and  bright; 
Above,  the  spectral  1  glaciers 3  shone, 

And  from  his  lips  escaped  a  groan, 
Excelsior! 

4.  "  Try  not  the  pass!  ”  the  old  man  said; 
"Dark  lowers  the  tempest  overhead, 

The  roaring  torrent  is  deep  and  wide!  ” 

And  loud  the  clarion  voice  replied, 

Excelsior! 

5.  "Oh,  stay!  ”  the  maiden  said,  "and  rest 
Thy  weary  head  upon  this  breast!  ” 

A  tear  stood  in  his  bright  blue  eye, 

But  still  he  answered,  with  a  sigh, 

Excelsior! 

(5.  "  Beware  the  pine  tree’s  withered  branch! 
Beware  the  awful  avalanche!”3 
This  was  the  peasant’s  last  Good-night. 

A  voice  replied  far  up  the  height, 

Excelsior! 

7.  At  break  of  day,  as  heavenward 
The  pious  monks  of  St.  Bernard 

1  & pe^ hat,  gliostly,  awesome.  2  glct'eiers,  rivers  of  lee.  3  av -a-lanche,  a  large  body  of 
sliding  snow,  like  a  landslide. 


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Uttered  the  oft-repeated  prayer, 

A  voice  cried  through  the  startled  air, 
Excelsior ! 

8.  A  traveler,  by  the  faithful  hound, 
Half-buried  in  the  snow  was  found, 
Still  grasping  in  his  hand  of  ice 
That  banner  with  the  strange  device, 

Excelsior! 

9.  There  in  the  twilight  cold  and  gray, 
Lifeless,  but  beautiful,  he  lay, 

And  from  the  sky,  serene  and  far, 

A  voice  fell,  like  a  falling  star, 
Excelsior! 


THE  WRECK  OF  THE  HESPERUS. 

1.  It  was  the  schooner  Hesperus 

That  sailed  the  wintry  sea, 

And  the  skipper  had  taken  his  little  daughter 
To  bear  him  company. 

2.  Blue  were  her  eyes  as  the  fairy  flax, 

Her  cheeks  like  the  dawn  of  day, 

And  her  bosom  white  as  the  hawthorn  buds 
That  ope  in  the  month  of  May. 


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3.  The  skipper  he  stood  beside  the  helm, 

His  pipe  was  in  his  mouth, 

And  he  watched  how  the  veering  flaw1  did  blow 
The  smoke  now  west,  now  south. 

4.  Then  up  and  spake  an  old  sailor 

Had  sailed  the  Spanish  main,2 
"I  pray  thee  put  into  yonder  port, 

For  I  fear  a  hurricane. 

5.  w  Last  night  the  moon  had  a  golden  ring, 

And  to-night  no  moon  we  see !  ” 

The  skipper  he  blew  a  whiff  from  his  pipe, 

And  a  scornful  laugh  laughed  he. 

6.  Colder  and  colder  blew  the  wind, 

A  gale  from  the  northeast; 

The  snow  fell  hissing  in  the  brine, 

And  the  billows  frothed  like  yeast. 

7.  Down  came  the  storm,  and  smote  amain3 

The  vessel  in  its  strength; 

She  shuddered  and  paused  like  a  frighted  steed, 
Then  leaped  her  cable’s  length. 

8.  "  Come  hither!  come  hither!  my  little  daughter, 

And  do  not  tremble  so; 

1  veering  flaw ,  shifting  wind.  2  Spanith  main,  northern  coast  of  South  America. 
3  amain,  with  great  violence. 


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For  I  can  weather  the  roughest  gale 
That  ever  wind  did  blow.  ” 

9.  He  wrapped  her  warm  in  his  seaman’s  coat 
Against  the  stinging  blast; 

He  cut  a  rope  from  a  broken  spar, 

And  bound  her  to  the  mast. 

10.  "O  father!  I  hear  the  church-bells  ring; 

O  say,  what  may  it  be  ?  ” 

"  ’T  is  a  fog-bell  on  a  rock-bound  coast!  ” 

And  he  steered  for  the  open  sea. 

11.  ”0  father!  I  hear  the  sound  of  guns; 

O  say,  what  may  it  be?  ” 

"  Some  ship  in  distress,  that  cannot  live 
In  such  an  angry  sea !  ” 

12.  "O  father  I  see  a  gleaming  light; 

O  say,  what  may  it  be?” 

But  the  father  answered  never  a  word, 

A  frozen  corpse  was  he. 

13.  Lashed  to  the  helm,  all  stiff  and  stark, 

With  his  face  turned  to  the  skies, 

The  lantern  gleamed  through  the  gleaming  snow 
On  his  fixed  and  glassy  eyes. 


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14.  Then  the  maiden  clasped  her  hands  and  prayed 

That  saved  she  might  be; 

And  she  thought  of  Christ,  who  stilled  the  wave 
On  the  lake  of  Galilee. 

15.  And  fast  through  the  midnight  dark  and  drear. 

Through  the  whistling  sleet  and  snow, 

Like  a  sheeted  ghost  the  vessel  swept 
Towards  the  reef  of  Aorman’s  Woe.1 

16.  And  ever  the  fitful  gusts  between 

A  sound  came  from  the  land; 

It  was  the  sound  of  the  trampling  surf 
On  the  rocks  and  the  hard  sea-sand. 

17.  The  breakers  were  right  beneath  her  bows, 

She  drifted  a  dreary  wreck, 

And  a  whooping  billow  swept  the  crew 
Like  icicles  from  her  deck. 

18.  She  struck  where  the  white  and  fleecy  waves 

Looked  soft  as  carded  wool, 

Hut  the  cruel  rocks  they  gored  her  side 
Like  the  horns  of  an  angry  bull. 

19.  Her  rattling  shrouds,  all  sheathed  in  ice, 

With  the  masts  went  by  the*  board: 

1  a  dangerous  reef  of  rocks  near  the  entrance  to  (iloucester  harbor.  Mass. 


SELECTIONS  FROM  LONGFELLOW. 


Like  a  vessel  of  glass  she  stove  and  sank,  — 
Ho!  ho!  the  breakers  roared! 

20.  At  daybreak,  on  the  bleak  sea-beach 

A  fisherman  stood  aghast 
To  see  the  form  of  a  maiden  fair 
Lashed  close  to  a  drifting  mast. 

21.  The  salt  sea  was  frozen  on  her  breast, 

The  salt  tears  in  her  eyes; 

And  he  saw  her  hair,  like  the  brown  sea-wee( 
On  the  billows  fall  and  rise. 

22.  Such  was  the  wreck  of  the  Hesperus, 

In  the  midnight  and  the  snow! 

Christ  save  us  all  from  a  death  like  this 
On  the  reef  of  Norman’s  Woe! 


PAUL  PEVEKE’S  RIDE. 

1.  Listen,  my  children,  and  you  shall  hear 
Of  the  midnight  ride  of  Paul  Revere. 

On  the  eighteenth  of  April  in  Seventy-five; 

Hardly  a  man  is  now  alive 

Who  remembers  that  famous  day  and  year. 


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2.  He  said  to  his  friend,  "  If  the  British  march 
By  land  or  sea  from  the  town  1  to-night, 

Hang  a  lantern  aloft  in  the  belfry  arch 

Of  the  North  Church  tower  as  a  signal  light, — 
One  if  by  land,  and  two  if  by  sea, 

And  I  on  the  opposite  shore 2  will  be, 

Beady  to  ride  and  spread  the  alarm 
Through  every  Middlesex  village  and  farm, 

For  the  country-folk  to  be  up  and  to  arm.” 

3.  Then  he  said  w  Good-night!  ”  and  with  muffled 

oar 

Silently  rowed  to  the  Charlestown  shore, 

Just  as  the  moon  rose  over  the  bay, 

Where  swinging  wide  at  her  moorings  lay 
The  Somerset,  British  man-of-war; 

A  phantom  ship,  with  each  mast  and  spar 
Across  the  moon  like  a  prison  bar, 

And  a  huge  black  hulk  that  was  magnified 
By  its  own  reflection  in  the  tide. 

4.  Meanwhile,  his  friend,  through  alley  and  street, 
Wanders  and  watches  with  eager  ears, 

Till  in  the  silence  around  him  he  hears 
The  muster  of  men  at  the  barrack  door, 

The  sound  of  arms,  and  the  tramp  of  feet, 

1  Boston.  2  Charlestown. 


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And  the  measured  tread  of  the  grenadiers  1 
Marching  down  to  their  boats  on  the  shore. 

5.  Then  he  climbed  to  the  tower  of  the  church, 
Up  the  wooden  stairs  with  stealthy  tread, 

To  the  belfry  chamber  overhead, 

And  startled  the  pigeons  from  their  perch, 
On  the  sombre  rafters,  that  round  him  made 
Masses  and  moving  shapes  of  shade, — 

Up  the  light  ladder,  slender  and  tall, 

To  the  highest  window  in  the  wall, 

Where  he  paused  to  listen  and  look  down 
A  moment  on  the  roofs  of  the  town, 

And  the  moonlight  flowing  over  all. 

6.  Meanwhile,  impatient  to  mount  and  ride, 
Booted  and  spurred,  with  a  heavy  stride 
On  the  opposite  shore  walked  Paul  Revere. 
Now  he  patted  his  horse’s  side, 

Now  gazed  at  the  landscape  far  and  near, 
Then,  impetuous,  stamped  the  earth, 

And  turned  and  tightened  his  saddle  girth ; 
But  mostly  he  watched  with  eager  search 
The  belfry-tower  of  the  Old  North  Church, 
As  it  rose  above  the  graves  on  the  hill, 
Lonely  and  spectral  and  sombre  and  still. 

1  grenadiers ,  British  soldiers. 


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7.  And  lo !  as  he  looks,  on  the  belfry’s  height 
A  glimmer,  and  then  a  gleam  of  light! 

He  springs  to  the  saddle,  the  bridle  he  turns, 
But  lingers  and  gazes,  till  full  on  his  sight 
A  second  lamp  in  the  belfry  burns! 


8.  A  hurry  of  hoofs  in  a  village  street, 

A  shape  in  the  moonlight,  a  bulk  in  the  dark, 
And  beneath  from  the  pebbles,  in  passing,  a  spark 
Struck  out  by  a  steed  that  flies  fearless  an  1  fleet : 
That  was  all!  And  yet,  through  the  gloom  and 
the  light, 

The  fate  of  a  nation  was  riding  that  night; 


9.  It  was  twelve  by  the  village  clock 

When  he  crossed  the  bridge  into  Medford  town. 
He  heard  the  crowing  of  the  cock, 

And  the  barking  of  the  farmer’s  dog, 

And  felt  the  damp  of  the  river  fog, 

That  rises  after  the  sun  goes  down. 

10.  It  was  one  by  the  village  clock, 

When  he  rode  into  Lexington. 

He  saw  the  gilded  weathercock 
Swim  in  the  moonlight  as  he  passed, 


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And  the  meeting-house  windows,  blank  and  bare, 
Gaze  at  him  with  a  spectral  glare, 

As  if  they  already  stood  aghast 

At  the  bloody  work  they  would  look  upon. 

11.  It  was  two  by  the  village  clock, 

When  he  came  to  the  bridge  in  Concord  town. 
He  heard  the  bleating  of  the  flock, 

And  the  twitter  of  the  birds  among  the  trees, 
And  felt  the  breath  of  the  morning  breeze 
Blowing  over  the  meadows  brown. 


12.  So  through  the  night  rode  Paul  Revere; 

And  so  through  the  night  went  his  cry  of  alarm 
To  every  Middlesex  village  and  farm, — 

A  cry  of  defiance  and  not  of  fear, 

A  voice  in  the  darkness,  a  knock  at  the  door, 
And  a  word  that  shall  echo  forevermore! 

For,  borne  on  the  night-wind  of  the  Past, 
Through  all  our  history,  to  the  last, 

In  the  hour  of  darkness  and  peril  and  need, 

The  people  will  waken  and  listen  to  hear 
The  hurrying  hoof-beats  of  that  steed, 

And  the  midnight  message  of  Paul  Revere. 


98. 

99- 

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L03. 

104. 

[05. 

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.07. 

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4th  Grade.  ( Continued .) 

Story  of  Boone. 

Pioneers  of  the  West. 

Fremont  and  Carson. 

Stories  and  Rhymes  of  Woodland.  I. 
Stories  and  Rhymes  of  Woodland.  II. 
Stories  and  Rhymes  of  Birdland.  I. 
Stories  and  Rhymes  of  Birdland.  II. 
Stories  and  Rhymes  of  Flowerland.  I. 
Stories  and  Rhymes  of  Flowerland.  II. 


5th  Grade. 

Hawthorne’s  Three  Golden  Apples. 
Hawthorne’s  Miraculous  Pitcher. 
The  Chimaera.  (Hawthorne.) 
Paradise  of  Children.  (Hawthorne.) 
Audubon. 

Jefferson. 

Nathan  Hale. 


6th  Grade. 

Legend  of  Sleepy  Hollow.  (Irving.) 

Rip  Van  Winkle,  etc.  (Irving.) 

King  of  the  Golden  River.  (Ruskin.) 

We  are  Seven,  etc-?  (Wordsworth.) 

Rab  and  His  Friends. 

Christmas  Eve,  etc.  (Irving.) 

Pied  Piper  of  Hamlin.  (Browning.) 

John  Gilpin,  etc.  (Cowper.) 

Lady  of  the  Lake.  Canto  I.  (Scott.) 
Declaration  of  Independence. 

Thanatopsis  and  Other  Poems.  (Bryant.) 
The  Minotaur.  Hawthorne.) 


6th  Grade.  ( Continued. ) 

85.  The  Pygmies.  (Hawthorne.) 

86.  The  Dragon’s  Teeth.  (Hawthorne.) 

93.  Great  Stone  Face.  (Hawthorne.) 

94.  Snow  Image.  (Hawthorne.) 


7th  Grade. 

5.  Story  of  Macbeth.  x 

6.  Lays  of  Ancient  Rome. —  1.  (Macaulay.) 
10.  Enoch  Arden.  (Tennyson.)  1 

17.  Philip  of  Pokanoket.  (Irving.) 

18.  The  Voyage,  etc.  (Irving.) 

40.  Ancient  Mariner.  (Coleridge.) 

41.  Evangeline.  (Longfellow.) 

58.  Lady  of  the  Lake.  Canto  II.  (Scott.) 


8th  Grade. 

19.  The  Deserted  Village.  (Goldsmith.) 

37.  Othello,  etc.^  (Lamb.) 

38.  The  Tempest,  etc.  (Lamb.) 

49.  L’Allegro  and  Other  Poems.  (Milton.) 

51.  As  You  Like  It;  (Shakespeare.) 

52. -  Merchant  of  Venice.  (Shakespeare.) 

53.  Henry  the  Eighth.  (Shakespeare.) 

,56.  The  Elegy,  etc.  (Gray.) 

59.'  Lady  of  the  Lake.  Canto  III.  (Scott.) 

65.  Sir  Roger  De  Coverley. 

80.  Cotter’s  Saturday  Night  (Burns.) 

88.  Sir  Launfal. 

in.  The  Prisoner  of  Chillon.  (Byron.) 

112.  Lady  of  the  Lake.  Canto  IV.  (Scott) 

113.  Lady  of  the  Lake.  Canto  V.  (Scott.) 

114.  Lady  of  the  Lake.  Canto  VI.  (Scott.) 


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